Free from the start
Left to depart
Finding the pleasure and the pain in his art
Lost in the hush
No need to rush
Time waits for him
Him who creates with the brush
Colour the brush
High in the air
His dreams are there
Searching for answers he will look everywhere
Thinks he has won
A place in the sun
Free from the worries and the ways of everyone
Peel the paint
Look underneath
You'll see the same
The same old savage beast
Strip the coats
The coats of time
And find mad eyes
And see those sharpened teeth
Nothing's been learned
No nothing at all
Don't be fooled, get up before you fall
Carnal grave
Crawling smooth
Open flesh and you must let him in.
Glass reflects
What you are
It shows the face, the evil face of sin